Day 17: Thursday Island
October 8, 2005

The night before, we had gone ashore and had drinks at the local Pub on Horn Island. The crowd was a motley mix of locals - white Australians and black Torres Islanders. They had one thing in common though, they loved to drink and gamble. And as with most Australians we met, they all loved to tell us stories about crocodiles. From what I was told, there were plenty of crocs right around the bend - in the mangrove swamps near where we were anchored. Well, I was getting pretty frustrated taking pictures of warning signs, so I convinced the captain to take the dinghy into those swamps to see if we could actually see one for ourselves.